Wanderlust

Big world, big adventure – how much have you seen?

The life I live, is the life of my wanderlust...
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It’s a big world out there and I cannot wait to see more of it!
I recently chatted to one of my very best friends from high school and it turns out that she never left home, never went anywhere… because of anxiety.
If I hadn’t left and we kept on partying maybe her life could’ve been different too. Maybe I should’ve insisted she join me in the city. Maybe she wouldn’t have pulled back into her shell and maybe we would’ve moved to the city together and both gone places. Maybe… (Yes, I know we are all responsible for our own futures, but friends help friends…)
Madrid: Es famosa la estatua de Julia en la calle del Pez
Madrid: Es famosa la estatua de Julia en la calle del Pez (the famous Julia statue on Pez street in Madrid)
I never looked back. I went on to squeeze every last drop from every day. I went places, collected memories and passport stamps, fell in love, got married, traveled more, had kids and kept on going places.
Paris Louvre
I even plan what my youngest’s first passport stamp would be – just like I planned her sister’s to coincide with her namesake grandmother’s first overseas trip.  Yes, I am that awesome.
Wanderlust: n. a strong desire for or impulse to wander or travel and explore the world
My wanderlust I definitely owe to my parents. Before it was cool to go to our neighbouring countries we we’re there in an old baby blue Landrover my parents lovingly restored. We had setting up and packing up a camp down to less than an hour.
Some things I will never forget… There were the 2 nights at Nata Bird Sanctuary and pink flamingoes in the salt pans. Seeing Victoria Falls for the first time and a boat ride on the mighty Zambezi. Elephants crossing the main road in Zim. The night of the hyenas around our tent in Hwange National Park. That time my sister got bumped on the head by a warthog at Mlibizi. That time my dad had to fill up the Landrover in Zim and the pump was “hand driven”… and the Lannie had double tanks. Oh wait… that time we almost ran out of petrol in the middle of nowhere on our way to the Cape and we freed downhill. That same holiday my parents made us visit a bazillion museums!
Jip, my parents were pretty awesome back then too. Give them half a chance now and they will run off somewhere.
Mozambique with my parents and godmother
Mozambique with my parents and godmother
I’m glad I got great family holidays as a kid that didn’t involve hotels. I’m glad I got to see beyond Africa on my own and with hubby.
Live life with no excuses, travel with no regret – Oscar Wilde

I am a Johannesburg based freelance writer, social media manager - and of course share bits from my life with you on this blog. We have 2 kids through surrogacy and 3 black cats.

1 Comment

  1. Lesna Onika Naidoo Reply

    wow i wish i could travel this much, you are an inspiration 🙂

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